Half my life I find myself shut (voluntarily or otherwise :D) in weird coloured rooms which induce claustrophobia the minute I notice them, with the horridly clashing, if existent, furniture and colour sense. I spend most of my time in a dirty (by choice...lethargy rather) white room with (brace yourself) a bright lavender door and closet. Another major portion I spend in a cream (ahhh!) coloured room with red flooring, maroon curtains, and, oddly enough, windows that are painted a strange bright green. Maybe these guys at the administration are actually government officials with covert orders to kill us. Maybe people do, in some other dimension, go colour blind (and die) due to ridiculous colour clashes.